I Just Want to Divorce
Lian Shuo

Ye Fei threw out the divorce agreement on the coffee table, and shook his fingers happily. “Recently, there is a little fresh meat with upturned buttocks and a strong waist. Looks like he will last long.”
“There is also another one with a high nose bridge. His fingers are long. He’s clearly the kind of person who knows how to play.”
“Who is better?”
Yan Xiao raised his eyes and glanced at him blankly.
Later….
Ye Fei lay paralyzed on the bed with a sore waist and soft legs, regretting hard enough to spit out a smoke ring. “I miscalculated.”